|044,795 notes| Tuesday, Jul 22 at 1:18 pm

hell-yeah-hetalia:

corneliapornelia:

To me, this is the entire show.

*spits water out* SO LEGIT.

via jennstarkid (originally corneliapornelia)
|01,943 notes| Tuesday, Jul 22 at 1:17 pm

blueboxtraveller:

In which the Doctor and Rose hold each other longer than necessary

|04,538 notes| Tuesday, Jul 22 at 1:15 pm

wearyvoices:

These are dark times, there is no denying. Our world has perhaps faced no greater threat than it does today.

via rayhellavaez (originally wearyvoices)
|022,555 notes| Tuesday, Jul 22 at 1:08 pm

the-elderscrolls:

Polish doctor that refused to perform abortion named a “hero”

Dr Bogdan Chazan was visited by an expecting mother (32 weeks into pregnancy), who already had 5 miscarriages before and was worried about her health. It turned out that the fetus had hydrocephalus, undeveloped brain and was missing many bones from its skull. The Doctor refused to perform an abortion and didn’t send the woman to another hospital which could do so (according to polish law, if a doctor doesn’t want to perform an abortion, he has to choose another hospital which will agree to do so). Chazan was named a “local hero” and “true warrior of Jesus in the name of life of the unborn” by many polish politicians and catholic activists. He used conscience clause as an excuse for his actions.

The woman gave birth to the child through a C-section. She and her husband spent 10 painful days watching their deformed child die a horrible death. When she finally decided to speak out, she said:

During these 10 days, no priest, no pro life activist or even dr Chazan came to see the child, to ask if they can help. It was really hard to look at our child. We knew what was coming, but it was still very hard to cope with

Congratulations, pro-lifers - another “life” saved, another “happy” child and “happy” family. 

via lumos5001 (originally the-elderscrolls)
|0422 notes| Tuesday, Jul 22 at 1:04 pm

"Even then, even if I change, it feels like dying. Everything I am dies. Some new man goes sauntering away… and I’m dead.” - Tenth Doctor, The End of Time

(Source: whoisamelia)

via lumos5001 (originally whoisamelia)
|0105,744 notes| Tuesday, Jul 22 at 1:00 pm

You are 12. You’re at the library looking for some generic young adult fiction novel about a girl who falls for her best friend. Your dad makes a disgusted face. “This is about lesbians,” he says. The word falls out of his mouth as though it pains him. You check out a different book and cry when you get home, but you aren’t sure why. You learn that this is not a story about you, and if it is, you are disgusting.

You are 15. Your relatives are fawning over your cousin’s new boyfriend. “When will you have a boyfriend?” they ask. You shrug. “Maybe she’s one of those lesbians,” your grandpa says. You don’t say anything. You learn that to find love and acceptance from your family, you need a boyfriend who thinks you are worthy of love and acceptance.

You are 18. Your first boyfriend demands to know why you never want to have sex with him. He tells you that sex is normal and healthy. You learn that something is wrong with you.

You are 13. You’re at a pool party with a relative’s friend’s daughter. “There’s this lesbian in my gym class. It’s so gross,” she says. “Ugh, that’s disgusting,” another girl adds. They ask you, “do you have any lesbians at your school?” You tell them no and they say you are lucky. You learn to stay away from people.

You are 20. You have coffee with a girl and you can’t stop thinking about her for days afterwards. You learn the difference between a new friendship and new feelings for a person.

You are 13. Your mom is watching a movie. You see two girls kiss on screen. You feel butterflies and this sense that you identify with the girls on the screen. Your mom gets up and covers the screen. You learn that if you are like those girls, no one wants to see it.

You are 20. You and your friends are drunk and your ex-boyfriend dares you to make out with your friend. You both agree. You touch her face. It feels soft and warm. Her lips are small and her hands feel soft on your back. You learn the difference between being attracted to someone and recognizing that someone you care about is attractive.

You are 16. You find lesbian porn online. Their eyes look dead and their bodies are positioned in a way that you had never imagined. You learn that liking girls is acceptable if straight men can decide the terms.

You are 20. You are lying next to a beautiful girl and talking about everything. You tell her things that you don’t usually tell anyone. You learn how it feels not to want to go to sleep because you don’t want to miss out on any time with someone.

You are 15. Your parents are talking about a celebrity. Your dad has a grin on his face and says, “her girlfriend says that she’s having the best sex of her life with her!” You learn that being a lesbian is about the kind of sex you have and not how you love.

You are 18. You are in intro to women’s and gender studies. “Not all feminists are lesbians- I love my husband! Most of the feminists on our leadership team are straight! It’s just a stereotype,” the professor exclaims. You learn that lesbianism is something to separate yourself from.

You are 21 and you are kissing a beautiful girl and she’s your girlfriend and you understand why people write songs and make movies and stupid facebook statuses about this and time around you just seems to stop and you could spend forever like this and you learn that there is nothing wrong with you and you are falling in love.

You are 21. And you are okay.

— a thing I wrote after arguing with an insensitive dude on facebook all day or Things Other People Taught me about Liking Girls (via samanticshift)

(Source: radandangry)

via lumos5001 (originally radandangry)
|03,804 notes| Tuesday, Jul 22 at 12:55 pm

i-am-benedict-cumberlocked:

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|05,841 notes| Tuesday, Jul 22 at 12:54 pm

asking-laughingjack:

wolfysblog:

asking-laughingjack:

scoutregimentkarkat:

davestriderhatesstrexcorp:

unfollovving:

get-in-the-animus:

unfollovving:

IS THIS TRUE????

As an American I can confirm that this is 1776% true. Some places will even fine you for not eating fried chicken for a week

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IM AMERICAN AND IVE NEVER EATEN MCDONALDS IM SO SCARED

damn u gonna die son

I AM SCARED I HATE MCDONALD’S AND I AMERICAN …. AM I GOING TO BE KILLED? WILL SOMEONE HIDE ME! IT’S BEEN 3 YEARS SINCE I’VE PUT ONE OF THOSE NASTY ASS BURGERS IN MY MOUTH…


SEND HELP

*sign written in random alleys near my house.*

I harbor mcdonalds fugitives. You may call me Sonchez. If you find me you will live. Find me in the center of Bluffton. Yell out the mcdonalds jingle while in town and if I hear you I will approach you and ask for help finding my dog Pablo.

As a secrecy employee of mcdonalds I can make it look like everyone in the house has been eating mcdonalds for centuries. Find your safe haven.

OH GOD OH GOD I WILL FIND YOU. THANK YOU

#lol
|0295,181 notes| Tuesday, Jul 22 at 4:00 am

ten-and-donna:

masukunda:

devourthegalaxy:

sayingnotostatusquo:

alwayscastle17:

dauntless-nerdfighter:

THIS IS BRILLIANT ON SO MANY LEVELS

THIS IS BEAUTIFUL

Excuse me, I think you’re forgetting a few people

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And last but not least…

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OH. MY. GOD.

IT GOT BETTER

(Source: 10doctorxrosetyler)

|070,713 notes| Tuesday, Jul 22 at 3:56 am

floozys:

a thrilling story of hope, heartache and success 

via jennstarkid (originally floozys)
|0300,797 notes| Monday, Jul 21 at 9:40 pm

choked:

dewgongo:

dethgripz:

dichotomization:

A skeleton of a mother, and her baby, who both died during her pregnancy.

this is so fucking cool

how on earth is this cool this is literally the remains of a mother and a child she never even got to see. have some respect smh

its cool because its an intact skeleton within an intact skeleton. sad sure, but still cool, get off the pedestal. 

via ryromay (originally dichotomization)
|0316,421 notes| Monday, Jul 21 at 7:20 pm

foreverflower-child:

Best family ever

(Source: newbyoes)

via ryromay (originally newbyoes)
|0117,427 notes| Monday, Jul 21 at 5:29 pm

adbates15:

officalsailoramerica:

musesandlovelydays:

Guys, please I need your help. I know this isn’t Disneyland or DisneyWorld. It’s my dream college. I want to go to FIlm school, I want to become a director and it’s been my dream to become one. I have so much passion for film making It’s ridiculous. My dream college is over 1,101 miles away from where I live. At first my mother and I were not on the same perspective. She thought I was crazy and would never make it. However, the college called me and found interest in what I can do! I knew that was my chance, so I spoke to my mother again, and unfortunately she hardly agreed this time either. Then I thought of Tumblr, we got a kid to go to DIsneyland, and heck we got a girl a bird! So why not college? If this can get to over 100k notes she says she’ll get one step closer in letting me attend my dream college! I know this might be asking a lot but please help me show my mom that I can make it and chase after my dreams! One reblog can help so much! xx 

Please signal boost this everybody!

It takes two seconds, why wouldn’t I help you?

|0159,873 notes| Sunday, Jul 20 at 9:40 pm

mythchief:

So there I was, ready to take a shower. I mean, I was dirty, a little greasy, a shower was not such a horrible idea. People take showers, amiright? Of course!

I get naked.

FULL naked.

REAL naked.

I’m talking the exact opposite reason why you ever went to your grandmother’s house.

No cookies. Blatant nudity.

That’s how folks take showers these days, right? Well, I pull back the curtain…

And there it was.

This…thing…sitting on the little soap/shower/pube shelf. Not a care in the world, like it’s been there for years. “What the fuck is that?” I think to myself.

Now, what follows is the exact pattern of thought that took me from rational human being to Sloth in 3.4 seconds.

“Is that a Red Lobster cheesy biscuit? Holy fuck that’s a Red Lobster cheesy biscuit. OMG why would someone leave that unattended. Those things are so delicious. I’m gonna eat the fuck out of it. Man, I can’t wait to see whoever left it’s face when they come back to find that someone ate their cheesy biscuit’s fuck. Ohhh boy.”

Then my brain sent a message to my arm that said, “Reach for that cheesy biscuit, bitch. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!?”

As you must already know, we are all contractually bound to make a dickload of mistakes throughout our lifetime. Some of those mistakes are so big that they forever hinder our world and warrant entire chapters in our children’s history books. However, most mistakes have the dubious providence of merely haunting one’s soul and festering amidst the subconscious for always and eternity.

This was, nearly, one of those.

If my adjacency to failure could be measured, the only possible unit of measurement to appropriate it would be “baby condoms”. And no, I do not mean those horrendous papoose-like titty-cribs that the slovenly carriage their spawn around in in Wal-Mart, I mean condoms that a baby would wear.

My adjacency to failure was roughly 1 and a half Kiddie Trojans.

I’m not sure what stopped me, be it cosmic or supernatural, but it gave my brain just enough time to ask itself some rather important questions regarding this little tub treasure. Questions like:

“WHO, THE FUCK, WOULD LEAVE A CHEESY BISCUIT IN MY SHOWER?!”

And inquiries such as:

“AND WHY WERE YOU GOING TO EAT IT, MORON?!”

Seriously, was I so hungry that I would wantonly disobey all the integral conditioning and survival imprinting my parents bestowed upon me like the ever important, “Um, don’t eat that biscuit retard, you don’t know where it’s been or whose it is and also you found it in the shower.” in order to satisfy something so benign as a munchie?

That, I’m sorry to say, was pretty much my reality.

An early morning introspective psychological evaluation of a sad, hungry, naked man who almost ate a bar of soap.

via jennstarkid (originally mythchief)
|0253,379 notes| Sunday, Jul 20 at 7:20 pm

lumos5001:

nomorefallingallifrey:

sluttynuggets:

aphtaiwan:

johnhamishmorstan:

I don’t understand american school years what the fuck is a freshman or a sophomore why do you have these words instead of the numbers

what why would you use numbers

so IT FUCKING MAKES SENSE WHAT THE HELL IS A SOFT MOORE OR A FRESH MAN WHY ARE THE MEN FRESH

we call our freshman fresh meat

fresh meat for the sacrificing

(Source: vexingholmes)

via lumos5001 (originally vexingholmes)
#yes